California Art School

On my belly, I felt the soft mattress beneath me, my hard cock pressing into it. My head swirled as I was being rimmed; I was wet, horny, and the tongue lashing I was receiving was amazing. I pushed back into his mouth; instinctively, his tongue pushed deeper into my asshole. I was in heaven as my lover rested his heavy arm on my back, keeping my ass high and spreading my legs wide for better access to my waiting hole. Hungry, he began to nibble before shoving his tongue in and out of my ass.He roughly dipped his tongue in and twisted it around as if searching for my soul. I pushed back, trying to fit more of him inside me. I was being tongue fucked, my body jerking in pleasure.

“You love getting tongue fucked, Art?” I whispered yes... and then the haze faded.

I looked back, my mind reeling with shock and confusion, to see Michael between my legs, his tongue still deep inside me.

What the hell is happening?” I grunted, trying to fight the waves of pleasure that Michael’s twisting tongue sent through me.

I couldn’t kick with my legs over his shoulders, his forearm pressing me down, forcing me level with his darting tongue. “Michael!” I yelled as I raised myself to my forearms. "AaaAaaaa," I moaned as I felt Michael use his free hand to stroke my hard, raging cock.

I shook and moaned. I kept telling myself to get a grip, to regain control, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to resist, each twist of Michael’s tongue was deep in my hole and had me gasping with pleasure.

“Mmmm,” I could hear Michael moaning and humming strongly and purposely, sending vibrations down to my swollen, puffy balls.

Instinctively, Michael stopped jerking me off and began to roughly play with my balls. “Oooooh ssshhhhiiiit,” I yelled as my body jerked on its own, driving Michael deeper and deeper into my ass. My  mind raced. "Is this what I want? Or am I just being used?" With each pulse of pleasure, a pang of guilt stabbed at me. 

Michael paused, his breath hot against my skin. "I always know how to make you melt, don't I?" His words were a mix of pride and control. I felt the tightness in my guts as I was being pushed closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, do something!” I yelled at myself, but it was too late. Fuck, I was close and I couldn't stop, my breathing was rapid.

I pushed myself up, resembling an inverted push-up as Michael dragged me with him. “Michael, stop,” I yelled with the last of my strength. My ass was being devoured and my body was now wet with sweat, blushing red as I tried to resist to no avail. Michael held me tight as he plunged into my ass, jerking me off hard and fast, my balls slapping against his arm.

He was squeezing and pulling at my cock, timing it so my hole would clench on his buried tongue. “Aaaaa fuck,” I yelled, unable to contain myself.

“FUCK, FUCK ME, AAAAA!” I felt my arms go limp, bringing me almost vertical to his body, looking directly at his pulsing cock, sending me over the edge. Four long spurts of cum blasted out of my cock. “Yeesss,” I grunted, as the four shots of warm sticky cum landed on my chin, dripping up to my hairline.

Panting, I crawled to the center of the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I tried to steady myself. My dick was raw from the roughness that Michael used to make me cum, my balls were no better. I needed to think.

I felt the bed sink, Michael’s hand grasped my hair and pulled me up. I gasped at the pain only to have it replaced with Michael’s dick into my mouth, not enough to choke me but enough to have me taste it. His belly was hanging over me as he roughly pulled my head back and off his cock.

He held me in place, using the wet cum on my face to jerk off right in front of me. “Imma enjoy eating your ass from now on, Art,” he began to rub his hard cock on my face. The length of his shaft was impressive, as well as the girth and heat coming from it. “Your ass deserves something like this,” as he smacked my face with his cock.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, surprised. “Here it comes, Art,” he was pumping his cock hard and furiously, his balls bouncing as he did. I couldn't help myself; I was focused on him jerking off. “I’m cumming,” he prepared me, his left hand gripping my hair as he pulled my face close.

“Open your fucking mouth!” he yelled, and my mouth dropped open just as shot after shot of cum landed inside it, and I swallowed. Who was I, and why did this feel wrong?

“Open wide,” and with that, he plunged his entire 9-inch fat cock into my mouth. Choking, my face flushed with heat, I felt my eyes bulging, ready to pop from their sockets. I gurgled something, but it was no use. Cum dripped from my open mouth, while mucus and tears streamed down my face. “Art, just relax buddy, you love this,” he whispered. “Look, your cock is fucking hard again,” I heard him say before I passed out.

“What happened to him?” I heard Shawn ask from my door. I was still far away and working my way back to the real world. Thankfully, I was face down and facing away from the door. I was naked but not something Shawn would focus on. “He had a great night, as far as I know,” I heard Michael chime in.

“Well, fuck, I need to start staying in on weekends and getting some of these hot college babes,” Shawn said with excitement.

“I’m sure you’ll get your chance, Shawn,” I heard Michael patting Shawn on the shoulder. “It will be fucking amazing, I promise,” he said with a laugh. Shawn was unaware of what Michael was really talking about.

“Damn,” I heard Shawn say. “What?” Michael asked. “Art has an amazing ass, it’s huge,” before breaking out in a laugh. “Yes, that’s what I think too, looks good enough to eat,” and then they were both laughing.

“Okay, let’s go, Michael, we have class in 15 minutes, and it looks like this lucky bastard will take the day off too, uhm, regain his strength.”

“Looks like we are taking notes for three today,” Michael said as they closed my door.

I opened my eyes and waited for the shuffle of things to be done as they were looking for supplies before heading out for the day.

As soon as they left, I crawled out of bed, the taste of cum still in my mouth. My jaw was surprisingly okay, nothing broken or bruised. My cock and balls felt empty and sensitive from the rough treatment. My ass felt okay too, I ran my fingers over it to check on my hole. I bent over and looked in the mirror. It was puffy and red but not painful. My balls and cock hung low, and I looked amazing from this view, I thought.

What the hell is going on?

Why was I resisting, only to give in so easily? The pleasure was undeniable, but so was my guilt. Why was I mesmerized by the thick, heavy cock Michael loved shoving into my mouth?

Fuck, I thought, I can’t keep letting this happen... I need to confront him tonight, but what will I even say?